"Er could we do this somewhere else?", Hermione asked tentatively of Malfoy.
In response Malfoy swept into a dramatic bow, "Whatever my lady requires."
"R-right.", Hermione stuttered, a little taken aback by his ministrations.
"Would the corridor be quite all right?" Malfoy gestured toward the one of the entrances of the courtyard, which led to a darkened corridor.
"Um, it's dark.", Hermione stated. The idea of being in a lightless hallway with this particular Slytherin did not appeal to her.
Malfoy's lip's curved into a smirk, "Not scared of me are you?"
"Should I be?"
He answered her by quickly gripping her wrist and pulling her in the direction of the corridor. Feeling that resistance would be futile, Hermione followed obediently.
Strange as it was, to Hermione it seemed as if the closer they came to the blackness of the corridor ,the darker it got. If she hadn't a reason to be apprehensive before, she did now.
Finally the darkness enveloped Malfoy, and then swallowed Hermione as well. Walking along a little further in the hallway, Malfoy halted.
"I can't see you.", Hermione blurted.
"Yes, I know." He replied smoothly, no concern tainting his voice at all.
"This hallway has a spell on it, to make it dark , doesn't it?" Hermione breathed.
"Very good, Ms. Granger." Malfoy mocked scathingly, "Twenty points for Gryffindor!"
"Malfoy-" Hermione started angrily.
He interrupted her, "Please, call me Draco. If we're going to be on intimate terms, you might as well call me by my first name."
"Intimate terms!", Hermione whispered furiously, "I don't think so!"
She took a breath, planning on continuing her rant, when she suddenly felt Malfoy's smooth hand cupping her chin.
He chuckled, when her head instinctively jerked back from his touch.
"Get off.", Hermione said coldly.
Laughing again, Malfoy said, "You get angry too easily."
Preparing a barrage of insults to throw at the cocky Slytherin, Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but was stopped short when he pressed his mouth against hers in a bruising kiss.
In shock, Hermione stood stock still for a moment, enjoying the feel of Malfoy's curvaceous soft lips against hers. Then coming to her senses, she roughly pushed him off.
Panting softly, Malfoy growled, "What're you doing?"
Not answering, Hermione sprinted away heading for the courtyard.
Blinking in the sudden light of the courtyard, Hermione scanned for Pansy. The crowd that had been drawn to Nott and Zabini's fight had dispersed, leaving only a few people scattered throughout the courtyard. Spotting Pansy lounging on a stone bench, Hermione made her way over to her.
Seeing Hermione, Pansy said " Oh hey, Hermione, by the way, thanks for leaving me all alone in the courtyard!"
Hermione sighed, "Sorry about that Malfoy-"
"Oh yes, what exactly did happen between you and dear Draco?"
Blushing hotly, Hermione said defensively, "Nothing!"
Pansy gave her a skeptical look, "Really? Because your lips are swollen."
"Well-"
Making room for Hermione on the bench, Pansy gestured for her to sit down.
Hermione sunk onto the rough stone, and breathed heavily.
Pansy looked pointedly at the Gryffindor, "So what else haven't you been telling me about you and Mr. Malfoy?"
A/N: That's all for now. Tell me what you think!